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laments of seagulls
tired waves soothe the sand
calamitous wind

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Special Photo Challenge: Inspiration

I wonder when do we write…what are those moments, those very exact ones when we just sit down and write. Scribble a line or two, create a poem or give birth to a story. When we do need to find a couple of minutes to write and they just seem to appear. Out of nowhere. Or they don’ t and we find a moment anyway. Why then, why not in a different moment? Would the result be different if it had happened earlier or later?

Do we write when we are bursting of joy and there’ s that almost burning necessity to put it in words? Or when the sadness is so deep we might drown in it if not for writing? When there’ s happiness knocking on the door and fortunately we have been there to open? Or on contrary – affliction so heavy it can’ t be taken anymore? When there’ s a problem to be solved sticked to us like a shadow and we need to write…for the solution to find a clean path in our mind? To have a moment of personal freedom? Or to have a personal moment? When the inspiration comes? And what if it doesn’ t? When we simply feel good, life is bubbling around and our loved ones are all well? And the positivity just needs to be spread? When? In all of those moments? In none of them? What happens if we miss the right moment and is there the right one? Will there be the next one? After how long? “Why” usually matters more and there’ s hardly any curiousity about “when” therefore I keep wondering… Do you? Ever?

Life is all about timing…the unreachable becomes reachable,
the unavailable becomes available,
the unattainable – attainable. /S.Charter/

More about getting inspired here: Special Photo Challenge

Travel Theme: Mystical

Being both feet on the ground strongly(how could a Taurus not be?!) I have always perceived everything to do with the water element a bit mystical for me. Thus there’ s a connection between the water and Ailsa’ s Travel Theme this week.

The glacier in Jostedalsbreen National Park, Norway. And against all laws of physics still very mystical to me.

So many men altogether on the frozen lake Ķīšezers in Latvia – a bit of a mystery, isn’ t it? Especially if you can see this view every single day through winter.

The mystical power of the wave on the beach in Porto, Portugal.

Not “photoshoped” shot of the Sozopol peninsula in Bulgaria that holds a certain mystery for me, too.